Chapter 47

The valley floor didn't just move; it erupted. Caleb's breath hitched as the realization of his situation set in. Finishing off the Shadow-Hound had been his singular focus a second ago, but that priority died the moment the ground vomited up an avalanche of monkeys. From every crevice, every shadow between the stones, and every swaying branch above, the gargoyle monkeys swarmed. They weren't the disorganized rabble he had encountered earlier; these rose from the earth itself, pushing aside dried...